I was twenty-one and without God. I had no one to love me and no one for me to love. Since there was no after-life, what then did it matter? I leaned forward, ready to lurch to my doom.
p. 134. - Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972)
I was twenty-one and without God. I had no one to love me and no one for me to love. Since there was no after-life, what then did it matter? I leaned forward, ready to lurch to my doom.
p. 134. - Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo (1972)